The smell of ink,
like the mudflats in the heat of summer.
A pencil stroke,
heavy and slow.
Your eyes,
flitting across the page, blue and gold.
My heartbeat,
thrumming against my chest.
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- hammeh
- A voracious reader, a farouche writer, and an all-around silly bean.
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